Although I agreed the idea of Ebden and Anna being gay men hovered like a large chunk of irony over the town, I told him I wasn’t comfortable airing their secret. The couple had worked too hard for fifty years to keep themselves from gossip for me to be the one to out them.
After he sobered up and finished his lunch, Vic agreed. The beautiful portrait of them, looking so in love and so complacently happy, that hung in the town library might be mocked and ridiculed if we outed them. I’d rather have the citizens of Stone Acres revere them as they always had.
If the climate of public regard for gays continued as it was going, then the day to clear up the town history would come sooner rather than later.
“Speaking of the town council not wanting more gays opening businesses here, has anyone
